Rich Sinners (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Jemille Edwards/Miles McCollum/Vladimir Kovylyaev Pavlovich

Composed by：Jemille Edwards/Miles McCollum/Vladimir Kovylyaev Pavlovich

Produced by：yababykid

We rich forever dirty money never clean I got some cream

I done got my ***** on ***** and I done got my dog on lean

Don't ask me what I'm sippin' nigga

This ******* promethazine not sippin' green

Brodie walk **** down and nail **** flee the scene

So many shooters expensive hats my shooters walk down in Margielas

You Saint Laurent or Ricky Owen? Designer pill box in the leather

Switch tap a feather feather trigger shooters give a nigga wings

I'm rollin' ninety milligram I'm ten more grams away from bean

10 milli' make a nigga Milly Rock his ass right to the coffin

Wet willy put a hole in nigga head like he a dolphin

Free Willy free 40 cops took shooters off the market

Just an artist when I'm hangin' with the gang become a target gah

Brief intermission neck twistin' type of diamonds got 'em glitchin'

Type of money that I'm gettin' turn your grace to hallelujah

Twin a tailor when it's beef he come and suit you

Pour a deuce up pour a three

Lot a niggas want my head but heated convos cute to me

It's never action like a movie with no green light

Niggas meet me real time and say I'm never what it seem like

How to drink if you ever wonderin' what rich fiends look like

Burn the **** 'cause he can't cook right

Go to school

I was crackin' cars for new Margiela shoes

Heard your man got sent to jail for movin' **** that boy a mule

I'm in Philly ridin' with Skrilla off the drink tryin' not to drool you

Pour a line it's not for you go sip some green

The purple **** for real sippers go pop a bean

I speak the truth no lie I'm not from New Orleans

Don't run this way I walk around with big machines grr grr grr

I raised the gator in the penthouse yeah of course

Granny trappin' in chancletas sellin' fetty off the porch

I'm from the bottom Bikini Bottom who knew Patrick be a star?

Five-star restaurants a bad ***** eatin' caviar

I'm sippin' lean like to mix it with the cream

Like rockin' Ricky Owen jeans

Gen5 the Glocky 17 brrt straight dump

I dump the band in styrofoam

I send my shooters at your home

You might not make it to the morn' goddamn

Burnin' rubber scratchin' Forgis doin' a hundred

Might as well walk with a Glock without a clip you'll never dump it

Actin' Macho man we get a nigga chipped it's never nothin'

Niggas wanna be like us so bad he pourin' Robitussin

**** the fussin' I'm the one call all the shots I feel like Putin

I be rackin' up the bread ten G's ahead I love the gluten

If it's ever really smoke pussy I got solutions

I rock stones without inclusions all my cups come with a fusion